“You’re not just the nanny and you fucking know that,” I remind her in a stern whisper. “What the hell is up with you today?” She shrugs nonchalantly and takes another sip of her drink, flipping her hair over her shoulders. I lean down to her ear, speaking quietly. “Toss your hair over your shoulder like that again, will you. It’s giving me flashbacks to a much happier Miller with a mouth full of my cock.” Finally, the smallest, most discreet smile pulls at her lips. “Jesus,” I chuckle. “That’s what gets you to smile? Am I going to have to fuck the attitude right out of you, or what?”
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